Carved memories… I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you and I traced… Continue reading
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for Hands of stone… Life is hard. Gentleness is… Continue reading
I don’t need you At the Purgatory Inn. Old poet told me. Old men wisdom mean little.Dead men wisdom is bury and gone forever. I’m sitting with old writers and fellow non-believers in… Continue reading
1- You..You make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- Secrets..I want… Continue reading
2- Cherish The aroma of Summer flowers upon your skin.Your perfect tan legs across my lap.Your arms holding me tightly in a perfect embrace.These are cherish places captured by my heart. Coyote/John Castellenas